In the past, I didn't truly beleive Kafka' stories.
Today, fully agree.
I am 14 years fighting with the absurdity, madness, murder instincts... all things that made life in Earth not worth to be lived, really.
In Spain there is not Justice. Family is destroyed. Men are not equal in rights versus women in Courts. Therefore, false demands mushroomed. Nobody do collaborate. Human rights are kidnapped by Lawyers and Judges. We have no rights at all. And it's sad, very sad, to realize that day after day, oneself is extinguising in a battle without espoir.
A page I had in tk domain has been erased by not having been used for a while... And it's sad because my creativity is stepping down. Tired. Depressed. I was optimistic. But here, in Spain, I cannot live. This is a crazy country. Sorry by writing this way. But things are that way.